2012/06/13

Haunted House?

I’m back and I’m okay. Well, not okay, but alive. They kept
me in the hospital overnight for observation. And then I spent a couple days at
my parents’ house.

On the night of my previous post (sorry if it frightened
anyone) I had trouble going to bed, I was on my laptop, listening to music. The
TV was on in the living room, I wasn’t really watching it, but I was mildly
amused by the fact that the episode in the crappy horror show that was on was
about a girl who buys a haunted house and gets into trouble. It was a rerun of
the Twilight Zone or something. It got ridiculous when the corny narrator
started saying things like: “She thought she had bought an ordinary house in an
ordinary town, but nothing could be more out of the ordinary than this house…”.
I actually laughed out aloud and walked to the living room to see. It was like
someone was playing a practical joke on me. But then I immediately saw the men
outside my window, dark shadowy silhouettes, and the power went out and it was
dark and I could hear a window breaking in another room. I ran back to the
kitchen where my laptop was, I grabbed it, rushed into the closet, shutting the
door behind me. I sat on the floor and dialed 911. I could hear sounds of them
breaking in, and insane shouts and laughter. I’ve never been so scared in my
life. I could hear them getting closer. I stopped talking to the phone so they
wouldn’t hear me. I wrote the blog post, I don’t know what I was thinking. Then
they were behind the door, and I got up, trying to keep it closed. It flew open
violently and I fell and hit my head. The last thing I saw in the glow of the
laptop was the shoebox. It was sitting on the shelf. There was no way I could
not have seen it before if it had been there since it went missing. Then all
went black. I woke up in the hospital with a mild concussion. The police said
that there were no signs of disturbance or break-in, other than what they
themselves caused when they came in to check and found me. I don’t know what to
think. I’ve been very stressed at work, but I'm not going crazy and I didn't just imagine
it all. It really happened.

One thing is certain: this is my house, and I won’t be
frightened away by ghosts or shadows. This is my house and I will fight for it
if that’s what it takes. So there.

I just checked. The shoebox is there on the shelf in the
closet. There is stuff inside that wasn’t there before.